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havo sworn ujion llio Altar of God, eternal hostility to every form of Tyranny over the Blind of Mailt" Thomas Jcflbrson.
HUNTED AND PUBLISHED BY II. WEBB.
Volume III.
BMiOOMSBURGI-, COXiUMBIA COUNTY, FA. SATIII&13AY, JUJILY 13, 1839.
Number H.
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POETM.Y.
Iom the Democratic Review.
THE AMERICAN FLAG.
Flag of my country ! in thy folds
Aro wrapped the treasures of tho hesrt;
"Where'er that waving sheet is fann'd,
By breezes on the sea and land,
It bids the life-blood start.
It is not that among those stars
The fiery crest of Mars shino out;
It is not illation battle plain,
'Midst hgaps of hamess'd warriors slain,
It flaps triumphant o'er tho rout.
Short-lived the joys that conquest yields,
Flushed victoty bathed in tears;
Tho burthen of that bloody fame
"Which shouting thousands loud proclaim,
Sounds sad to widowed ears.
Thau hast a deeper strongeigld,-
Flag of my country! o'n my heart,
But when o'er mustered hosts unfurled,
Thou art a signal to the world,
At which tho nations start.
Thou ait the symbol of the power
"Whose sheltering wings our homes sur
round ;
Guarded by thee was childhood's morn,
And where thy cheering folds are borne,
Order and Peace are found.
Flag of my favored country hail !
Blessings abound where thou dost float;
Best robe for living Freedom's form,
Fit pall to spread upon her tomb,
Should Heaven to death devote.
Wave over us in thy gloy still,
And be our guardian as now;
Each wind of heaven kiss thy cheeks!
And withered be the arm that seeks
To bring that banner low.
From tho Baltimoro Literary Monument.
GRI5EL COCHRANE.
A sensible prayer A backwooodsman
about to encounter a boar in tho forest, and
distrusting his own strength a little, made
the following sensible prayer :
" Oh Lord ! here's a going to be one of
tho greatest bear fights you ever did sco !
Oh Lord, help me but if you can't help
me, for God's sake dou't help the bear !"
Retort. A celebrated barrister one day
examining a witness who foiled all his at
tempts at ridicule, by her ready and shrowd
answers, at last exclaimed 'There is brass
enough in your head, madam, to mako a
five pail kettle.' ' And sap enough in
yours, sir, to fill it,' quickly retorted the
uuintimidatcd witness:
Elegant Extract. 1 What, sir, havo my
client did ? Nothing, sir nothing. But
there stand the man what have did tho mis
chief. Him it were, sir, that with all tho
forocity of a bloodhound, seized a shingle,
and pursued his victim.'
A TALK OF TWEEDUOUTH 3IOOU.
"When tho tyranny and bigotry of the
ast James drovo his subjects to take up
arms against him, 0110 of the most formida
ble enemies to his dangerous usurpation
was Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the
present carl of Dundonald. Ho was one
of the most prominent actors in Argylo's
rebellion, and for ages a settled gloom seem-
d to have hung over tho house of Camp
bell, enveloping in a common ruin all who
united their fortunes in tho cause of its
chieftains. The samo doom encompassed
Sir John Cochrane. lie was surrounded
by the king's troops long, deadly, and
desperate was his resistance, but at length,
overpowered by numbers, ho was taken
prisoner, tried and condemed to dic'upon
the scaflbld. He had but a fow days to live,
and the jailor waited but the arrival of his
death warrant to lead him forth to cxccii'
tion. His family and his friends had visit
cd him in prison, and exchanged with him
tho last, the long, the heart-yearning larc
well. But there Was one who came not
with the rest to receive his blessing one
who was the pride of his eye, and of his
house even Grizcl, tho daughter of love
Twilight was casting a deeper gloom over
the gratings of his prison-house, he was
mourning for a last look for his favorite
child, and his head was pressed against the
damp walls of his cell to cool
pulsations that shot through it like strings of
fire, when the door of the apartment turn
cd slowly on its unwieldly hinges, and his
keeper entered followed by a young and
beautiful lady' Her person wa
commanding; her eyes dark, and tearless1?'
but their very brightness spoke of sorrow
too deep to bo wept away; and her raven
tresses were parted over an open brow, clear
and pure as the polished marble. The un
happy captive raised his head, and they en
lered
'My child ! my own Grizcl !' ho
claimed and she fell upon his bosom.
My father ! my father !' sobbed tho mis
crable maiden, and sho dashed away tho
tear that accompanied the words.
'lour interview must bo snort; very
short,' said the jailor, as he turned and left
them for a few minutes together.
' God help and comfort thee, my daugh
tor!' added the unhappy father, as he held
her to his breast, and printed a kiss upon
her brow, I had feared that I should die
without bestowing my blessing on the head
of my own child, & that stung mo more than
death, but thou art come, my love thou
art come ! and the last blessing of thy
wretched father :'
Nay ! forbear !' sho exclaimed, not thy
last blessing ! not thy last ! My father shall
not die !'
Be calm ! be calm, my child 1' returned
he, ' would to heaven that I could comfort
thee my own ! my own ! But hero is no
hope within three days, and thou and all
my little ones will be Fatherless he
would have said, but the words died on his
tongue
Ask not now,' sho replied, ' my father fort. Nearly fourteen days had passed
ask not now: but rjrav for me. and bless since the protracted hope in the bosom of
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me; but not with thy last blessing.' to prisoner became more bitter than his
He again pressed her to his heart, and first despair. But even that hope, bitter as
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wept upon her neck. In a lew moments 11 was, pensneu. 1110 intercession 01 nis
the jailor entered, and they were torn from father had been unsuccessful -and a second
the arms of each other. time the bigoted, and would be despotic
On the cvenin" of tho second day after monarch, signed the warrant for his death,
tho interview wo have mentioned, a way- and within a little more than another day
that warrant would reach his prison.
' The will of heaven bo done,' groaned
the captive.
' Amen !' returned Grizcl, with wild ve
hemence ; ' but my father shall not die !'
Again tho rider with tho mail had reach
ed the moor of Twcedmouth, and a second
lime ho bore with him the doom of Coch
ranc. Ho spurred his horse to his utmost
faring man, crossed the drawbridge at Ber
wick, from the, north, and proceeding down
Marygate, sat down to rest upon a bench
by the door of an hostelry on the south side
of tho street, nearly fronting were what
was called the ' Mainguard' then stood.
lie did not enter the inn; for it was above
his apparent condition, being that which
Oliver Cromwell had made his head-quar
ters a few years before, and where at some speed, he looked cautiously before, behind,
earlier period, James tho Sixth had taken and around lnm, and in lus right hand Ho
up his resider.ee, when on his way to enter carried a pistol ready to defend himself.
n, il,n cnmnitv nf Rnfrlnml. Thn imv- me moon shed a gnastiy ligtit across the
ellerwore a course jerkin, fastened round heath, rendering desolation visible and giv
t,;a t.nrlv hff n Imtlinm amlln. nml nvnr a i a spiritual embodiment to every shrub
small cloak, composed of equally plain ma- " was turning mo angle ot a siraggiin
tcrials. lie was evidently a young man; copse, when his horse reared at the report
l,t liic l.novor ivns drnum ilnwn.snns almost of a pistol, lllO fire of which SCCmed to
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to conceal his features. In the one hand Uasl "to lts VCT cycs- Attlle samc mo
he carried a small bundle, and in the other mcnt llis own pistol flashed, and tho horso
n niimJm'c c:,ff TTnVin,r nMiml fnm crlnc reared more violently, and he was driven
of wine, ho took a crust of bread from his
bundle, and after resting for a fow minutes,
rose to depart. 1 lie shades ot night were
settling in, and it threatened to bo a night
of storms. Tho heavens were gathering
black, the clouds rushing from the sea, sud-
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the feverish & "IUJ"'"5 """'S
streets, accompanied by heavy drops ol
rain, and the face of the Tweed was troub
led.
Heaven help thee, if thou intendest to
from the saddle. In a moment, the foot of
the robber wa3 upon his breast, who bend
ing over him, and brandishing a short dag
ger in his hand, said 'Give me thine arms,
or die !'
The heart of the king's servant failed
within him, and without venturing to leply
he did as he was commanded.
Now, go thy way,' cried the robber
sternly, 'but leave with me thy horse, and
leave with me the mail lest a worse thing
. travel far in such a nirrht as this !'' said tho come "P011 thco-'
lal . .en(.M nt'the EnlUh.te. -as A tr.tvelior V Tho 0 therefore arose,.and proceeded
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bcr mounting the horse which he left, rode
rapididly across the heath.
Preparations were making for tho execu
tion of Sir John Cochrane, the officers of
the law waited only for tho arrival of the
the mail with his second death-warrant, to
lead him forth to the scaffold, and the ti-
dinstf arrived that the mail had again been
robbed. For yet fourteen days the life
in torrents, and the wind howled as a f lhc Prisoncr woultl be aSain Pronged.
bridge.
In a few minule3 ho was upon the bor
dors of the wide, desolate, and dreary moor
of Twcedmouth, which for miles picscntcd
a desert of whins, fern and stunted heath,
with here and there a dingle covered with
thick brushwood, lie slowly toiled over
the deep hill, braving the storm which now
raged in the wildest lury. 1 ho ram now
fell
legion of famished wolves, hurling its dole
ful and angry echoes over the heath. Still
the stranger pushed onward, until he pro
ceeded two or throe miles from Berwick,
when, as if unable longer to bravo the storm,
he sought shelter amid some crab and
bramble bushes by the wayside. Nearly
an hour had passed since he sought this im
perfect refuge, and tho darkness of the night
and the storm had increased together, when
the sound of a horse's feet was heard hur
riedly splashing alonjr the road. The rider
bent his head to tho blast. Suddenly his
horso was grasped by the bridle, the rider
raised his head, and tho traveller stood be
fore him, holding a pistol to his breast
Dismounnt !' cried tho stranger, stern
Tf'ellcrisms. Don't rob yourself," as
the farmer said to the lawyer von he called
him hard names.
Terriblo pressure in the money market,'
as the mouse said ven tho Keg of specio
rolled over him.
He again fell on the neck of his daughter
and wept, and said 'It is good; the heaven
is in this !'
' Said I not,' replied the maiden, and for
the first time she wept aloud ' that my
father should not die
The fourteendays were notyetpast.whcn
the prison door flew open, and the Earl of
Dundonald rushed to the arms of his son
His intercession with the confessor had
been at length successful; and after twice
sirniii!r the warrant for the execution of
Sir John, which had as often failed in reach
ing its destination, tho king had sealed his
pardon. lie had hurried with his father
from tho prison to tho house -his family
were clinging around him shedding tears
of joy and they wcro marvelling with
The horseman, benumbed and strickened g-"litllde a.1 the mysterious providence that
,vi.l, (W. mn.lp. niinrtVirl to rrnnh llis arms "au uvlcc miercupiuu uiu mau uuu aavcu
but in a moment tho hand of tho robber,
nuiliinrr the bridle, crasped tho breast of
beaver, the raven tresses of Gnzel Coch
rane fell upon the coarso cloak.
Gracious heaven 1' exclaimed tho iston-
ished and enraptured father -'my own
child ! my saviour my own Grizel !'
The Latest case of Forgetfuluess' The
greatest piece of forgetfulness wo have ever
heard of, recently occurred on one of the
Western canals. An emigrating Vermont
er, with his wife, child, and other house-
hold plunder," was making his way out
West, on board a canal boat. On arriving
at tho end of the canal, ho moved his bed
and bedding, chairs, tables and pans, on
board some other conveyance, leaving his
wife and child behind. He looked over ev
ery thing to see that all was right. Some
thing was missing. He scratched his head,
thought the matter over, but still could not
make out what he had left. Back to the
boat he wont, and meeting the captain on
the wharf, he inquired
"I say you, capting, haint I left sumthin.'
aboard your boat ?"
' Not that I know of; do you miss any
thing "
" Yes, I du. I miss sum of my things,
but I'm dam'd if I can make out what they
are."
" Have you looked over every thing 1"
" Every bag and bundle overhauld my
duds twice know there's sumthin' amis
sm' jest as easy as nothin.', and here tho
other craft is about startin', and I've got to
go off and leave it. It's too dam'd bad, I
snum it is."
" Well, there's not a thing on board tho
boat to my knowledge, except your wife
and child."
Them's urn they are what I missed,"
said theVermonter, jumping for joy. "Now
who'd a thought it ? Here I was, go'm' off
and leavin' the old woman and little Sally
Ann behind! I 'spect I should a missed
urn afore I got tu my iarnev's end, but
I'll bo condarned if I could make out
what I left. 'Twould a been a -rood ieke.
wouldn't it, if I'd gono clean out to tho far
west, and foiget them entirely."
So saying, the Vermonter " packed off"
with his wife and Sally Ann rejoicing.
There are a good many men who would
not mind about leaving such trifles as a wife
and" child behind, but this forgetful Ver
monter was too honest.
his life, when a stranger craved an audience.
Sir John desired him to bo admitted; and
tho robber entered, lie was habited as we
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head from his breast, but eagerly pressing
his hand; ' mv father shall livo ! Is not
my grandfather tho friend of father Petre,
the confessor, and tho master of tho king
from him he shall beg the hie ol his son,
and my father shall not die.'
minutes remained senseless. The stranger
seized the leathern bag which contained
the mail for the north, and flinging it on
his shoulder, rushed across the heath,
Early on the following morning, tho in-
Nay ! nay, my Grizel,' returned he, ' bo habitants of Berwick were seen hurrying
not deceived; there is no hope; already my ' groups to le spot wnero me rouoery
doom is scaled; already the king has signed had been committed, and wcro scattered in
,i i r 0,i n, mc. every direction around the moor ; but no
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senger of death is now on tho way.' e ol the rootiery couiu uc ouiaincu.
Yet my father shall not ! shall not die !' Three days had passed, and tsir John
she rnnoated. emnhaticallv. and clasnincrher Cochrane yet lived. 1 ho mail which con-
hands together. tained his death warrant had been robbed;
Heaven snced a daughter's nurnose !' and before another order for his execution
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in; bill ins bearing was auovc ins conuiuon.
on entering, he touched his beaver, but re
mained covered
When you have perused these,' said ho
takinc two papers from his bosom, ' cast
them in the fire.'
Sir John danced on them, started and
became nale thoy were his death war
rants.
My deliverer,' exclaimed he 'how shal
I thank thee; how. repay the saviour of my
lifo 1 Mv father, my children, thank him
for me !'
Tho old earl grasped the hand of the
stranger; the children embraced ms Knees ;
A person who had drank too much tho
night before, was yesterday placed before
recorder Baldwin, of tho second municipal
ity.
' You were drunk last night,' said the re
corder
' You're right for once,' said tho prison
er.
' I shall rsend you for thirty days,' said
the recorder.
' Oh, don't,' said the prisoner.
' I will,' said the recorder.
I'm a printer,' said the prisoner.
' Aro you V said the recorder.
' I am so,' said the prisoner we invi
ted you, you know, to our anniversary din
ner.' So you did,' said the recorder,
' How did you like that ham V asked the
prisoner.
' It was excellent,' said the recorder.
' And the wine V askod the prisoner.
That was better yet,' said the recorder."
And the toast so complimentary to you P
asked the prisoner with a smile.
That was better than all,' said the re
corder. ' I know who wrote that toast,' said tho
prisoner.
'You miy go,' said the recorder. N.
Orleans Sus.
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sho exclaimed: and. turniiiEr to her father, could bo civen, tho intercession of his fa-
Rniil nnlmlv 'wo nart now. but wo shall ther. the earl of Dundonald, with the king's and he burst into tears.
mnniaonln Lnnfcssor. micht bo successful. Grizcl ' By what name,' eagerly inquired
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Wlmi would mv child ?' innu red h now became a most lus constant companion uonn, snau i huimi my ucmuu i
eagerly, gazing anxiously on her face. J in prison, and spoke to hira words of com- 'i he stranger wepi aiouu, aUu raising n
A son of Erin, while hunting for rabbits,
came across a jackass in tne woous,
and shot him. " By my shoul and
St. Patrick," he exclaimed, I've killed,
tho father of all the rabbits."
" This is a hard fortune," as the coun
terfeiter said ven he found himself cutting
stone in the state prison.